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An Deadly Interview

We reached the interview room and the princes glare hadn't left my back. Two burning holes were bound to be in my back later, especially with the backless dress which left my back exposed.

"Would you like to sit down Miss Hawthorne?" The prince's question came out as more of a command despite his best efforts to disguise it.

"Why yes I would. Thank you, your highness." My voice was laced with venom to match the spite the prince was directing at me. "Let's get this interview started shall we? I am Aviella Cresenda Hawthorne, daughter of Zylen and Casta Hawthorne."

"I know who you are, Black Widow. I don't need the details." A sneer grew on my face. The prince was averting his eyes, avidly searching the room for something to help him. My rumors had reached his ears and fear had crept into his brain.

"How rude, I haven't asked your name yet, my Prince." I ignored his casual drop of my nickname.

"Why are you here?" My silence disturbed him as I waited for his name. "Owen. My name is Owen, okay? Just tell me who you've come to collect."

The prince had given up. I reached out with my mind to his to see his walls with huge cracks throughout. Fear had hit its target. I reached out for Owen without thinking. His eyes found mine and the malicious grin on his face unnerved me.

The room spun and changed. I was trapped in Owen's vision. Blood was over the floor like in the cart but this blood was pooled around my feet. Writing was on the walls, a million different saying telling me I was a killer. My heart jumped and I fell out of the chair I was sat in, and looking back I saw the lavender fabric spoiled with red. Anger filled my stomach and the dragon inside me curled around.

"Let me out Owen." His smile was powerful and I didn't like it one bit. I tried to focus all my energy to break the wall holding me in the vision. Keeping the powerless look on my face to confuse the prince, I listened to what he had to say.

"You like my fake mind wall? I'll let you out when you tell who you're going to kill." My nails dug into my skin and pain ran up my arms. My energy was taking a while to build up so I needed to stall.

"You won't like it and I'd hate to make my prince sad." The smile fell. A look of contempt washed over his face.

"Just tell me!" A short tempered prince. Amusing. Laughter broke the silence that followed Owen's outburst like a hyperactive puppy. "Why are you laughing?"

"I told you before; I find your anger funny." Energy was bubbling underneath my skin ready to be released. I was still sitting on the floor but I let my nails tap on the ground beside me. The tears in my dress allowed movement which would allow me to reach Owen in one quick movement.

My tapping stopped and I lunged for Owen's neck where his runes were. Runes burning as one, clock ticking in my pocket and hatred for eachother combined to break the wall at its core.

Our panting was the only thing audible when we fell back out of the vision. We lay across from each other, exhausted from the forceful breaking of the vision.

"Truce?"